Month: September 2003

Asstuck-tastic My eminent colleague Angel had an interesting entry last week on the subject of a certain blogger by the name of Susan. Susan’s website, In My Right Mind, offers such a cliched ultra right-wing viewpoint that must of us think it’s actually all an elaborate joke, in spite of her recent protestations to the contrary (methinks the lady doth protest too much). As she doesn’t have permalinks, I can’t link to that, but it…

Tales from the underground (1) …I came into work early this morning, as I’m going away for the weekend and need to get away early tonight. I was expecting that the tube at 6.30 am would be very desolate. Actually, I half expected to be the only passenger on the Victoria line, sitting in the carriage on my own with only tatty copies of yesterday’s Metro for company. Er, but it wasn’t like that at…

They look just like two gurus in drag I’ve probably extolled the virtues of my MP3 player before, but I’m going to do it again. One of the wonderful things about having a large amount of music accessible on a small, portable device is that if you are suddenly seized by the urge to listen to something you haven’t heard in absolutely ages, then you can. Even better, though, is the ability to set it…

I was quite amused to discover that we were not the first people to have this idea (the background to this is here). That reminds me, we must get that picture of a certain one of our mates unwittingly posing “like he’s enjoying the fretwork of Brain May” developed…

L’enfer, c’est les autres les trains de Virgin Jean-Paul Satre reckoned that hell is other people. Yeah, but he never had to travel on Virgin trains, did he? Yesterday, thanks to the good folks at Virgin, it took me 8 hours to get from Southport to London. Words fail me. You could get to New York quicker than that.

I despair, I really do Compaq FAQ: Where do I find the “Any” key on my keyboard? (FAQ2859) “The term ‘any key’ does not refer to a particular key on the keyboard. It simply means to strike any one of the keys on your keyboard or handheld screen.”

The Death of the Author A couple of people have asked what my book is going to be about. Well I’m not going to tell you, simple as that. At least not yet. Partly, it’s because, like opening your christmas presents early, it would spoil the surprise (and as I said earlier, I intend to publish bits of it as I go, so it’s not like you’ll have to wait that long anyway). When (if?)…

It’s an utterly pointless exercise, and I don’t want to come over all Nick Hornby on you (and to paraphrase the old “Mary Whitehouse Experience” joke, oh, that would terrible) but this recent post of angel’s (er, that would be the one where she names her top ten albums, not the one about detox) inspired me to have a stab at naming my top ten albums. I think my top ten would have to include…